Old Knees

Our minds fret most on our mindsthese days—why can’t we summon the nameof the silly movie star with chest hairand wide collars who let a creepy monkeydrive his car? God is not in that detailbut in editing that replaces the significanceof rednecks in bellbottoms with early sunshining a glossy bib on the black crowperched at the very point of a cornice.Singular for a change; a moment of reflectionbefore it joins a swarm after an interloper,then a smug hunch with two othersin their yellow poplar. Yeah, we’ve seen it all.Same old you know, but getting upwe forget every time to grab a ledgein time. We need titanium knees,but there we go again, back to money--thesis and theme of every Big Idea.Effective cause and causative effectof a busyness that swirled and clamoredour minds with shimmering chimeras,when mindfulness of afterlifetrembled like a peripheral shadowin a high corner. As sun rises, crowsand morning traffic become one.Knee ache takes the mind off the mind--what to do today? Write a poem in Latin?Or find the misplaced baseball capand take a spin to the Dollar Store?